What happened in my basement part 4
I had to work late today and actually I was happy about that because it meant there wouldn't be a visitor in my basement after work. By the time I got home the boys would be there and I'd be safe. I have to admit I felt weak for thinking that, that I was being protected by the presence of my sons, but that was the reality of it. There were just three of us working late tonight, a kind of punishment from the boss, for various reasons. Our job was to string work lights on the next floor of the 30...